Things from the net to make you smile

[Anne Bonney]

[Anne Bonney]

[Nikki]

[Nikki]

[Nikki]

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[Nikki]

                                     

[Nikki]

[Nikki]

"Anne Bonney"



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[Nikki]

"Anne Bonney"



 :flame:  :flame:  :flame:  :flame:  :flame:  :flame:  :flame:  :flame:  ::stab::  ::stab::  ::stab::  ::stab::  ::stab::  ::stab::  ::stab::  ::stab::  ::stab::  ::stab::  ::stab::

[Ursus]

I AM KEN KESEY'S DOG I saw it all. Old bus, new bus. I saw a green parrot riding a ferret bareback in the living room, a joint on top of a Bible. I saw goats dance through the back door , gambol past the couch and out the other door. I have seen hippies with no hair and bad dogs, dread hair, multi-colored hair, people just come off the road with wild desperate sweaty hair and delusional, paranoid thoughts, which were embraced with hospitality and home movies. They ran me ragged, all the visitors. I had to protect everyone. They'd wander off by the cows and talk to them like they were porpoises, smart and communicative. The hippie dogs wore bandanna scarves like city teenage girls and didn't seem right. When they saw ducks, they stood riveted instead of getting low down and tearing off after them. I showed them every hideyhole and every feral cat, and the dogs seemed disinterested. The old bus is a swamp lament down there all humble and mossy. I led groups down there to see it, Smithsonians, filmmakers from L.A., famous people and kooks. Not one of these people ever gave me a treat. I saw a nutria go after a feral cat near the pond. Its long yellow teeth showed and it tiptoed like a cold rat. The place is a hotbed of daily violence. The heron will shake a bullfrog in its beak like a crazy thought and gobble it down standing on one foot. The barn owl is as big as a bulldog and leaves strange messages in its dung balls, teeny bones and fur. When Hunter Thompson visited, he carried a pistol with him at all times. They call me Happy.

-- Channeled by Genie Murphy

[Nikki]

wild desperate sweaty hair and delusional, paranoid thoughts


THIS IS NOT FICTION

 

It was the summer of 1984, we had just finished a chocolate-chip pancake breakfast w/ Orange Juice. My “New-Comers name was Chris Scoggins. A quiet, un-happy guy who, like all of us, wanted to leave Straight Inc. He, however , took extreme measures,. Walking into the kitchen, to clean our dirty plates , he broke his glass, then ran into my parents bedroom where my infant niece lay a sleep. As I ran after him, entering the oom I saw the un-imaginable ! Chris , leaning into the crib with the broken glass pointing towards the baby’s throat. Screaming for my dad, he demanded the front door key’s. Later, he was captured and brought back. In disbelief I spat on his face.

[Nikki]

"Ursus"]
I AM KEN KESEY'S DOG I saw it all. Old bus, new bus. I saw a green parrot riding a ferret bareback in the living room, a joint on top of a Bible.

-- Channeled by Genie Murphy

One day little johnny heard a noise and peeked into
his parents room to check it out.

He opened the door to see his mom bent over the
dresser and dad going at it behind her. Johnny's dad
saw him and gave him a little wink as Johnny closed
the door.

After business was finished Dad went to check on
little Johnny.He opened his bedroom door to find
Grandma bent over the dresser and little Johnny
going at it behind her.

Dad yelled, 'Johnny, what the hell are you doing?!'

Little Johnny replied, 'It's not so funny when its
your mom is it?!'